Take my own advice, take my own advice 'Cause how is the man of my dreams not a man of his words? And how is the man for me just a man that makes me hurt? Need me to take my own It’s time to take my own Take, own, ooh, ooh You have a way with words Your

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight Both of God's eyes are shining tonight Rays and beams of incredible dreams And I am a quiet man. Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand I don't talk much I'm a quiet man Beauty and silence both run deep

Ah ah ah ah ah My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me Till then I walk alone I walk this empty street On the boulevard of broken dreams Where the city

Easier said than done I won't let you forget me I still see your shadows in my room Can't take back the love that I gave you It's to the point where I love and I hate you And I cannot change you so I must replace you (oh) I thought you were the one

I've done found me a drinking partner Drink with me, drink with me I found a girl of my dreams, I’ve got you Everybody wanna, wanna And we aren't turning up in the club without her Oh oh I think I need her to drink a drink with me She be sipping that

Oh, I must be seeing blind Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise And I can't believe my eyes Oh no, now you're too good to be all mine Now I'm looking in your eyes I have seen, seen it all in paper dreams Watched it unfold on the screen But I never

This is my first affair so please be kind Handle my heart with care, oh, please be kind This is all so grand my dreams are on parade If you'll just understand they'll never ever fade So tell me your love's sincere oh please be kind Tell me I needn't

Oh yeah, all right Are you going to be in my dreams And in the end The love you take Is equal to the love you make

Oh, me, oh, my Dreams in my arms Is all I have to hold Since you've been gone Ever since you been gone I had a dream Thinking that you were gone Leaving me on my own And you, you was there

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned